She sighed and nearly rolled her eyes. He sure didn’t mind playing the guardian
card when it suited him, and the last thing she wanted was to plant any sort of parent role
into his brain. But she desperately wanted to hear just what he considered his duty to be
to the woman who’d share his bed.
“You’re my guardian, Theron. Who else can I talk to about such matters?”
He let out a long-suffering sigh and took another sip of his wine. “I don’t expect
my wife to be sexually experienced when she comes to my bed. It’s my duty to awaken
her passion and teach her everything she needs to know about…lovemaking.”
Isabella wrinkled her nose. “That sounds so medieval. Have you ever considered
that she might teach you a thing or two?”
He set the glass down again, a look of astonished outrage on his face. Clearly the
thought had never occurred to him that any woman could teach him anything when it
came to sex. So he fancied himself a good lover then. She had to fight off a full-body
shiver. She wanted his hands on her body so badly. She’d be more than willing to be an
eager pupil under his tutelage.
“I assure you, there is little a woman could teach me that I am not already well
acquainted with,” he said with a thread of arrogance.
“That experienced, huh?”
He grimaced. “I don’t know how our conversation deteriorated to this, but it’s
hardly an appropriate conversation between a guardian and his ward.”
And up went the cement wall again. At least he was struggling to put her back on
a non threatening level which meant he considered her just that. A threat.
She dug cheerfully into the remainder of her meal, content to let silence settle
over the table. Theron watched her, and she let him, making sure not to look up and catch
his stare. There was curiosity in his gaze but there was also interest, and not the platonic
kind. He might fight it tooth and nail, but his eyes didn’t lie.
When they were finished eating, Theron queried her on her next course of action.
“I’ll need furniture, of course. Not to mention food and staple items.”
“Make a list of food items and any other household things you need. I’ll have it
delivered so that you don’t have to go out shopping,” Theron said. “If you can stand a
few more days in the hotel suite, I’ll see if I can fit in a furniture shopping trip later in the
week.”
“Oh, I need everything,” she said cheerfully. “Towels, curtains, dishes, bed
linens—”
He held up his hand and smiled. “Make a detailed list. I’ll see that it is taken care
of.”
He tossed his table napkin down and motioned for the waiter. Then he glanced at
Isabella. “Are you ready to return to your suite?”
Isabella wasn’t, but she also knew that she’d monopolized Theron’s entire
morning, and he was a busy man. She nodded and rose from her seat. They met around
the table, and he put his hand to the small of her back as they headed for the exit.
“I’ll see you up,” Theron said when they walked into the lobby.
The elevator slid open and the two stepped inside. Even before it fully closed,
Isabella turned to Theron. He was so close. His warmth radiated from him, enveloping
her. She could smell the crispness of his cologne.
“Thank you for today,” she murmured.
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She reached automatically for his hands and knew that he was going to lean in to
kiss her on either cheek. The elevator neared the top floor.
“You’re quite welcome, pethi mou. I’ll have my secretary call you about your
apartment and also about our shopping trip.”
As she thought, when the elevator stopped, he leaned down, his intention to kiss
her quickly. She stepped into his arms, her body molding to his chest. Before he could
react, she circled her arms around his neck and as his lips brushed against her cheek, she
turned her face so that their lips met.
The air exploded around them. Their mouths fused and electricity whipped
between them like bolts of lightning. At first he went completely still as she boldly kissed
him. And then a low growl worked from his throat and he took control.
He yanked her to him until there was no space between them. His arms wrapped
around her body, and his hand slid down her spine, to the small of her back and then to
cup her behind through her tight jeans.
She was intensely aware of his every touch. His fingers felt like branding irons
against her skin, burning through the denim of her pants. His other hand tangled roughly